A/N: This is an alternate ending I wrote during Chapter 3. I still consider the one in the story to be superior but several people said they preferred this one. So, what the hell, might as well let everyone else see it. This ending begins right after, "Falco went over and tossed it in, shutting the hatch after it with a sharp click.", and replaces the text after it.
His head shot up, "What time is it."
The hare shrugged, "A little after 04:00."
"Oh shit!" the falcon screamed, "I have to get home!" He stood up, antsy and nervous, rubbing his hands together, "Jeez, I never told my wife about this either."
"Don't worry about it." Peppy laughed, "I already called and told her about it."
Falco turned and raised a brow, "Really?"
"Oh yeah, I figured you'd forget about it."
"Thanks."
Peppy covered his mouth to stifle a cough, "No problem." His body shook with an internal hack. "Now get out of here."
Falco ran out down the hallway, his shoes clacking on the tile. Once out of earshot, Peppy rolled up to the trunk. Laboriously, he leaned down to grasp the trunk. He snapped it back open.
Feeling around the assorted memorabilia, he eventually laid hands on the warm plastic exterior of the recorder. Pulling it out, he rolled it around a few times in his hands, fixing it with an appraiser's eye. He drops in his breast pocket, and slowly makes his way out.